We were downtown last weekend visiting Grumpy Naked Guy and drove by a park where a soup kitchen was serving a meal. The line for food was long and in Piper world, that must mean something good.
“What’s the big line for?” she asked.
“It looks like they’re feeding people,” I said.
“Why are they feeding people?”
“Because they’re hungry,” I explained.
“I’d like a chocolate milkshake, please.”
The Star of the Week Saga has ended in our home. This is how Piper felt about the whole thing:
Excited. Scared. Frantic. Alarmed. You may remember from my post Star of the Flipping Week: Dripping Sarcasm Alert that I felt something similar. Piper worked it out, though. She played their game. Mostly.
When I asked her how the poster presentation went, Piper said, “I whispered. No one could hear me. No one but me.”
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